Slave your slumber, it is ruin in miles. Holding her blank like memory. I saddle illusion. (and I burn delusion.) They were always one. Flint is a root, the type of wrath in your smoke. I burn like one pawn.Seeking taste in imagery. I only truly gain slumber as you enslave me. If we never have light to borrow, then let us cry like the fall. When sleep only notes tuition, Stack naked one will. Writing a formal love in her, graduate from better humanities. Why the night must always sing, yet above every sound is you. Above every sound is you. More water... Love above morning beauty ...Than a watch. She never asks, she swims to me. GIVE US SKIN . SEPERATE . ELABORATE . POETRY. Blue goddess, I manipulate this full finger. Will this open you? Sense this timid structure, this hard chain of magnetic white. Will this open you? Slave your slumber.
I have no idea what these lyrics mean, but if i had to geuss, i'd say that folly's singer had a head full of acid when writing this. As for the song, incredible, by far my favorite folly song. it seems like everyone, the drummer, the bassist, both guitarists and the singer all have so much fun with this song. wish i could find some tabs for this shitnit.
this is my all time favorite song, hands down. i first heard it when i was in 8th grade and i love it just as much as i did back than now.
its about sex. slave your slumber= hold off on those zs to get down. "Writing a formal love in her, graduate from better humanities. Why the night must always sing, yet above every sound is you. Above every sound is you. More water... Love above morning beauty ...Than a watch. She never asks, she swims to me. GIVE US SKIN . SEPERATE . ELABORATE . POETRY" its about a mutual sexual relation that resembles poetry because sex is harmonic and fits together. two bodies becoming one is equivalent to all the elements of poetry fitting together, ideally, making it a poem.
this is my all time favorite song, hands down. i first heard it when i was in 8th grade and i love it just as much as i did back than now.
its about sex. slave your slumber= hold off on those zs to get down. "Writing a formal love in her, graduate from better humanities. Why the night must always sing, yet above every sound is you. Above every sound is you. More water... Love above morning beauty ...Than a watch. She never asks, she swims to me. GIVE US SKIN . SEPERATE . ELABORATE . POETRY" its about a mutual sexual relation that resembles poetry because sex is harmonic and fits together. two bodies becoming one is equivalent to all the elements of poetry fitting together, ideally, making it a poem.
